[fic] mannequin ; jongtae
mannequin; jongtae (sorta.)
a/n: tweaked this from a creepypasta of sorts (taemin's thought is borrowed from it), what do you think? & fyi the someone is open for reader's interpretation, as well as the ending~.
written to this piece.
at first, they are inseparable: they always gossip and giggle and whisper, fingers always touching somehow. they share drinks, cocoa, kisses, a candycane on christmas, promises, dreams, hopes, and fears. taemin begins to really fall in love.
(jonghyun swears that he's going to keep taemin around forever and ever, that they'd always be best friends. and taemin smiles hugely, a blush coating his cheeks at this.)
time passes though; both begin to find their other loves and passions. taemin retreats into dancing and studies; jonghyun retreats into singing and socializing with joker's ball. they still meet sometimes, in front of the couch with a large cup of cocoa between them, sharing it like they did all these years.
finally taemin gets the courage to confess to jonghyun one day. he confesses when jonghyun's about to reach for the cup, and he says "hyung, i like you."
"i like you too, taemin," jonghyun laughs, eyes disappearing into crescents. taemin's grabbing his wrist, squeezing (digging) desperately, staring into jonghyun's eyes.
"no. hyung, i like you." he kisses him hard and deep to prove his point, squeezing the other's wrist as he pulls back. "i've liked you since we started doing all this."
jonghyun sighs, looking into their makane's eyes, biting his lower lip almost hesitantly. "taemin...i-i'm...i'm with someone else."
taemin's pretty sure he can hear his heart shatter. "w-what?"
"i'm sorry, taemin. i can't like you this way," he whispers, kissing his forehead. "we should stop these moments, too; i don't want you getting your hopes up too high." jonghyun then sets down the cup of cocoa on taemin's lap, smiling softly as he leaves the room.
how can someone throw me away, taemin thinks as he's shaking on the couch, tears falling silently from his cheeks into the liquid. a favourite can't be treated this way. you always keep your favourite, you can't throw it away.
hours pass with the grudge inside him growing stronger and he stalks back to jonghyun's room, silently opening the door and staring at the figure curled up in blankets. music sheets were strewn around the room, some clothes here and there - typical jonghyun, really. taemin lets a shaky breath escape him as he climbs onto the bed, carefully straddling the shorter male and smiling down at him.
the left-on lamp reveals the glimmer of a chef's knife in his hand and taemin smiles as he presses it to jonghyun's throat, pressing and digging in hard as he leaves as clean of a cut as he can across jonghyun's neck, pressure increasing moment by moment as his smile grows.
jonghyun would never, ever abandon his favourites again.
a/n: tweaked this from a creepypasta of sorts (taemin's thought is borrowed from it), what do you think? & fyi the someone is open for reader's interpretation, as well as the ending~.
written to this piece.
at first, they are inseparable: they always gossip and giggle and whisper, fingers always touching somehow. they share drinks, cocoa, kisses, a candycane on christmas, promises, dreams, hopes, and fears. taemin begins to really fall in love.
(jonghyun swears that he's going to keep taemin around forever and ever, that they'd always be best friends. and taemin smiles hugely, a blush coating his cheeks at this.)
time passes though; both begin to find their other loves and passions. taemin retreats into dancing and studies; jonghyun retreats into singing and socializing with joker's ball. they still meet sometimes, in front of the couch with a large cup of cocoa between them, sharing it like they did all these years.
finally taemin gets the courage to confess to jonghyun one day. he confesses when jonghyun's about to reach for the cup, and he says "hyung, i like you."
"i like you too, taemin," jonghyun laughs, eyes disappearing into crescents. taemin's grabbing his wrist, squeezing (digging) desperately, staring into jonghyun's eyes.
"no. hyung, i like you." he kisses him hard and deep to prove his point, squeezing the other's wrist as he pulls back. "i've liked you since we started doing all this."
jonghyun sighs, looking into their makane's eyes, biting his lower lip almost hesitantly. "taemin...i-i'm...i'm with someone else."
taemin's pretty sure he can hear his heart shatter. "w-what?"
"i'm sorry, taemin. i can't like you this way," he whispers, kissing his forehead. "we should stop these moments, too; i don't want you getting your hopes up too high." jonghyun then sets down the cup of cocoa on taemin's lap, smiling softly as he leaves the room.
how can someone throw me away, taemin thinks as he's shaking on the couch, tears falling silently from his cheeks into the liquid. a favourite can't be treated this way. you always keep your favourite, you can't throw it away.
hours pass with the grudge inside him growing stronger and he stalks back to jonghyun's room, silently opening the door and staring at the figure curled up in blankets. music sheets were strewn around the room, some clothes here and there - typical jonghyun, really. taemin lets a shaky breath escape him as he climbs onto the bed, carefully straddling the shorter male and smiling down at him.
the left-on lamp reveals the glimmer of a chef's knife in his hand and taemin smiles as he presses it to jonghyun's throat, pressing and digging in hard as he leaves as clean of a cut as he can across jonghyun's neck, pressure increasing moment by moment as his smile grows.
jonghyun would never, ever abandon his favourites again.